Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2016
Let's talk about this.
Because I feel like I'm about to fall into that deep abyss.
Again.
So, let's listen to me then.
I want this to end.
You keep on talking about my weight.
I'm sure you do this, to motivate.
I know I'm ugly because I'm fat.
I know you all have been thinking that.
"Your shirt is looking a little tight."
"I'm sure you have a big appetite."
"Here I bought you a shirt that's 3 times the size you actually are!"
"You have a two piece swimsuit?! That's bizarre!"
Just leave me alone!
I get it, I've grown!
We are all going to die.
So why do you care so much about my BMI!?
I don't get it. I feel like I'm falling apart. Why won't they let it go? I get it but what am I supposed to do?! I can't lose weight in 3 seconds. I don't eat that unhealthy it's my genetics. Genetics will always ***** you over in the end though, won't they?
-
Oh boy that was rough but Im feeling a bit better now. This poem helped get out some pent up anger I've been hoarding for a while. Sorry for the little rant above but I felt it was important to not change what I wrote when I wrote this poem. :)
Kelsey Lauren
Written by
Kelsey Lauren  Ohio
(Ohio)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems